Chapter 790: The ancient monument! After dusk, it will be dark! Ask for a monthly ticket)
The ancient heaven has always been a myth to future generations.
No one knows how many gods live in the heaven, but there are only a few whose names have been handed down, and most of them have been lost in the years. With the Twilight of the Gods, the myths have become incomplete.
In Su Qinian's opinion, these hundreds of grand celestial monuments in front of him must not be the peak years of the ancient gods. After all, in mythology, although the gods are immortal, they will also fall, just like the ancient celestial dragons.
In mythology, he once hunted and fed on the gods, which was a powerful and ferocious thing. This was one of the reasons why he eventually became the king of mythical beasts.
"Look at those sky monuments..." Suddenly, the young man in green said.
Following his gaze, Su Qinian looked at the deepest monuments, which they could call the monuments. They were extremely huge, as high as the sky. However, those monuments were not only majestic, but also gray.
The body of the stele is even more densely engraved with sacred inscriptions.
The divine inscriptions on the dusk stele are very common on the dusk stele at the god lord level. Although he cannot understand it, Su Qinian guessed that it is probably a description of his life. But even for the supreme god master of the ninety-ninth calamity, the dusk stele has
It's just a few words, but the heavenly monuments of the gods here have many more divine inscriptions, which can be thousands of words, but compared with those few heavenly monuments, they are simply incomparable.
The divine text was dark and did not look bright, but Su Qinian just stared at it twice and couldn't help but look away. The immortal spirit and will seemed to be cracked. Without any warning, he showed an unprecedented dignified expression.
, if you look at it twice, maybe it is not impossible to die directly. It is really infinitely terrifying.
The young man in green clothes had already withdrawn his gaze, and was as crazy as this one. At this time, he also showed a calm expression and said: "Could this be the king of the gods, a god king, or a god emperor?"
Su Qinian did not respond. There is no point in talking too much now. First, we must be able to strengthen a heavenly monument of the gods. Then we can truly appreciate the majesty of the gods when we truly reach the place where the gods sleep. This is transcendence.
All cognitive life forms in this world.
Of course, both Su Qinian understood that before the opportunity to continue the road to immortality appeared, the gods would never break the seal easily. After all, in this world where the road to immortality was cut off, being born was equivalent to annihilating eternal life.
Immediately, the two of them looked at the huge sky monument closest to them, looked at each other, and stepped forward at the same time. The bronze war swords and life-saving swords in their hands were ringing softly, and they were both on the verge of reviving at any time.
Only in this way can the vast coercion that is like the Yang River pouring down from the heaven and washed over the body be withstood. From another perspective, without the power of the Supreme Emperor, one might not even be able to walk into this place where the gods sleep.
None of the qualifications.
The sky stele is grand and vicissitudes of life. On the gray stele body, the dark golden divine inscriptions appear to be innately formed without any trace of chiseling. The closer to the sky stele, the more Su Qinian feels his own insignificance, as if he is walking towards a certain place.
This great existence, to be more specific, is like an ant on the earth, heading towards a giant dragon that swims down from the nine heavens and takes a short rest.
This is a huge gap in life levels, an insurmountable chasm.
However, to Su Qinian's expectation, nothing seemed strange until they came to the sky monument. The huge monument was covered with gray cracks like cracks in the sky, and the auspicious clouds seemed to condense.
It became a crystal and stuck in the crack.
Buzz!
There was no change in the Heavenly Monument, but Su Qinian did not hesitate. He directly invoked the sealing law and channeled the mighty sealing power into the Heavenly Monument, nourishing the dry power of the Heavenly Monument and strengthening the suppression of the gods.
boom!
In an instant, he seemed to come into contact with some kind of indescribable and profound aura. This was the power of the sky tablet, but it was different from the power of the sky tablet in any previous dusk stone tablet. In an instant, he seemed to see something.
In an ancient and vast land, a round of celestial sun stands across the boundless sky. Under the celestial sun, there is a vast, bright yellow jade-like long river, with endless light overflowing. Wherever it passes, there are towering sacred trees.
The buildings in the Holy King Mountain Range are many times larger, and the stars are like fine dust, and their light is so faint that they are almost invisible.
Heavenly Yanghe!
As Su Qinian thought, he understood that what he was seeing was the ancient heaven. The sky hanging high above the dome, the Yang River that stretched across the boundless sky and nourished all things, was the source of the pure air of the heaven.
1. It contains unimaginable majesty and vitality.
Suddenly, on the bank of Jianyang River, Su Qinian saw a rickety figure. He was huddled by the river, his withered feet immersed in the golden jade-glazed river water. Even though the fresh air in the river rose and swirled around him, he was still...
It has never been able to nourish his body, and the rotten air is difficult to get rid of and becomes more and more intense.
That was an old man. Although his bloodline seemed to be different from that of today's human race, Su Qinian could be sure that he was a human race. It was just that such an old man who was dying, huddled alone by the Yang River, looked a little abnormal.
, as Su Qinian thought, the distance between him and the old man suddenly narrowed. He came to the bank of Yang River and could hear the sound of the rushing water, like the rhythm of life.
Ancient human race?
Su Qinian looked at the old man in front of him. His long gray hair was tangled and messy on his shoulders. He looked frail and skinny. His body was full of wrinkles. His eyes were cloudy and had been squeezed by the accumulated wrinkles.
It became a seam.
Are there mortals in the ancient heaven? Su Qinian had doubts in his heart, but the old man seemed to have sensed his presence. He raised his head slightly and heard a hoarse voice: "Young man, why don't you leave? It's almost dusk. Wait until dark.
, the road will be difficult to walk."
A look of concentration instantly appeared in his eyes. It was just a scene illuminated by the power of the heavenly monument. How could he seem to have entered this picture? Was he the god who was suppressed by the power of the heavenly monument? Su Qinian did not dare to neglect.
He tightened his grip on the death knife in his hand.
The old man seemed completely unaware and shook his head gently: "I am old and can no longer walk. Young man, you can't afford to delay."
Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, suddenly had a thought, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, what is dusk?"
"Dusk means it's dark, what else can it be?" the old man asked, squinting at him with somewhat cloudy eyes, "Let's go quickly, it's dark and we won't be able to leave."
Su Qinian frowned and wanted to ask something else, but the old man stood up tremblingly and walked out into the Yanghe River. His body was hunched and he looked thin and short, as if he would fall down if the wind blew. But this is heaven, in the world.
According to Su Qinian's understanding, being able to survive in the pure air of the heaven requires a certain level of life. So how did the old man in front of him, who seemed to have no cultivation at all, survive in the heaven?
"The sky will collapse and the earth will crack... The sky will collapse and the earth will crack..."
The old man murmured to himself, and his legs were soon submerged by the gleaming river water. Su Qinian was startled and reached out to pull him away. He had heard this ancient spiritual song as early as the third era of ancient times. He didn't expect it.
At this moment, I once again heard a few words from the mouth of the old man in the ancient heaven.
However, his outstretched hand was empty and penetrated the old man's back. He took a deep breath and retracted his palm. Was it just a reflection after all? It was not that he really crossed the distant time and space and came to ancient times.
Heaven, but why did the old man see him? His words seemed ordinary, but the power of the heavenly monument that even the gods could suppress could unnecessarily reflect a corner of the heaven of the past.
Soon, both the vast heaven and the vast Yang River in front of him were like bubbles in a dream, with fine ripples spreading out and drifting away. When the ripples calmed down, he saw a dry land again.
The dry land was full of cracked lines, but Su Qinian looked carefully and saw that there were sky walls in all directions, connecting the sky, as if he was still in the heaven. The place where he stood seemed to be a sinkhole, and outside the sky wall,
The fresh air surges, but cannot fall down.
That is……
Su Qinian's pupils shrank. He saw a gray stone tablet, only about a foot high, located in the corner of the tiankeng. The body of the stele looked a bit rough, and there were no traces of chiseling, but there was a dark streak on the body of the stele.
The runes look like some kind of seal characters, but they are different from the divine inscriptions on many dusk stone tablets seen in the place where the gods sleep.
At this moment, Su Qinian felt the throbbing of the sealing law, and the stone tablet came closer. Unable to control his mood, Su Qinian stretched out a hand and pressed it on the body of the tablet.
That’s the word Zhen!
Inexplicably, Su Qinian understood the true meaning of the black runes on the stele. Perhaps it couldn't be called runes or words. It was an appearance that he could not understand at all based on his current vision or experience.
, Su Qinian even had the illusion that these dark runes, or the word Zhen, were the power of the monument itself.
Suddenly, Su Qinian felt an inexplicable sense of panic. This was an emotion he had never felt before in so many years of practice. He had experienced panic, panic, and struggle between life and death, but only
There was no panic at all, as if it was a sign of impending disaster, making him anxious, palpitating, uneasy, angry... and many other emotions all emerged in an instant, intertwined and mixed, making him wish he could leave here immediately.
But in the dark, there seemed to be another thought warning him not to leave here.
The raised steps stopped, and his mind was shaken. It was the life-saving knife in his hand that was clanging, and the long roar of the knife could be heard clearly even in this sinkhole, as if it had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers.
The boundless world was introduced into his mind, awakening his spirit and resonating with the immortal sword of will.
He was startled. Unknowingly, at some point, he had reached the edge of the sinkhole and was about to step out of the sky wall and walk into the clear and sunny atmosphere.
At this moment, he clearly saw that at the end of the heaven in the distance, a thick ink color swept over like splashing ink.
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